Background: This is a recurring installment wherein I examine the effect of mostly cheesy music video absorption during the '80s and early-'90s and its intersection - in my brain - with bike racing. Read up for the backstory on State-Dependent Memory and all the rest. (Or this stuff is going to make no sense whatsoever. Which is fine, I guess.)

After yesterday's brain-dip into the recesses of Mr. Music Head, I spent some time revisiting a bunch of King Crimson. I must have listened to Discipline, Three of a Perfect Pair and Beat literally thousands of times apiece in the '80s and '90s. This might explain why this was in my noggin on the 'cross bike today.

Might have also been that I got no sleep last night due to the wee one ending up in our bed (such a covers hog) and that tune running over and over on the drive-in screen that is my mind. But really, neither condition is all that bad.

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